 | William Chambers, Robert Chambers - 1845 - 846 стор.
...sea In ripple or in shade. It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like...Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew. Oh, dream of joy ! is this indeed And the ancient MaThe lighthouse top I see ? ™TW ™" "" Is this... | |
 | 1846 - 436 стор.
...In ripple or in shade. It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek, Like a meadow-gale of spring, — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like...sweetly, blew the breeze, — On me alone it blew. 160 THE ANCIENT MARINER. ' O dream of joy ! is this, indeed, The lighthouse top I see ? Is this the... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 стор.
...ship, Yet she sail'd softly too : Sweetly, sweetly, blew the breeze — On me alone it blew. " On ! dream of joy ! is this indeed The light-house top...Is this mine own countree ? " We drifted o'er the harbour bar, And I with sobs did pray — 0 let me be awake, my God ! Or let me sleep alway. " The... | |
 | Hargrave Jennings - 1846 - 932 стор.
...CUNIQUE UETUHN8 HOME, HIS OBJECTS ACCOMPLISHED ; AND HOW HE IS UNITED WITH THK FAIR PHRODITI3. " Oh ! dream of joy ! is this, indeed, The light-house top...see ? Is this the hill ) is this the kirk ! Is this my own countree?" Coleridge. WHATEVER magic there might have been in the island, and however delicious... | |
 | Half hours - 1847 - 580 стор.
...sea, In ripple or in shade. It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like...Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew. Oh ! dream of joy ! is this indeed • And the ancient mariner The light-house top I see ? beholdeth... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1847 - 352 стор.
...sea, In ripple or in shade. It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Lake a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like...Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew. Oh ! dream of joy ! is this indeed The light-house top I see ? cient &'i""Is this the hill ? is this... | |
 | John Aikin - 1850 - 764 стор.
...ship, Yet she sail'd softly, too : Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew. ik. ucieit we bless thy purer light, That still shall warm us,...tints decline )'cr earth's dim hemisphere, and sad we my own couutrie ? 71 We drifted o'er the harbour bar, And I with sobs did prayO let me be awake, my... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1850 - 604 стор.
...when, hope of return was faintest were they called on to exclaim, like the Ancient Mariner — " Oh dream of joy ! is this indeed The lighthouse top I...see ? Is this the hill ? is this the kirk? Is this my own countree ?" A voyage through space would in like manner turn out to be a circumnavigation. We... | |
 | George Wilson - 1852 - 138 стор.
...when lope of return was faintest were they called on to exclaim, like :he Ancient Mariner — " Oh dream of joy ! 'is this indeed The lighthouse top...see ? Is this the hill ? is this the kirk ? Is this my own countree ? " A voyage through space would in like manner turn out to be i circumnavigation.... | |
 | Joseph S. Moore - 1853 - 900 стор.
...sea In ripple or in shade. It raised my hair, it fanned my check Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like...sailed softly too; Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — ^n me alone it blew. THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER. O! dream of joy! is this indeed A"* th? "dent... | |
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Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew. 
